Phew, For a Minute There I Lost Myself

So sighs the Baptist as he surrenders down the virgin’s veil in haste. He preaches serenity of silence to the doe-child and exits stage-left to the waiting stomach of the church .....

So gasps the father as he presses forehead cold to medicine cabinet mirror. Footfalls slow and serendipitous on soft carpet (cream – her choice not his) ascending the stairs with a head-full of bourbon and a heart-full of hurt. He ambles along midnight hallways and enters to tuck the little ones in for a long peaceful sleep before smearing the marital bed with graceful rose-petal strokes .....

So blushes the beauty queen as the boyfriend pauses their convertible at red beneath which rots a wretched drunk, randomly brought to rest like a paper bag from a pillow of wind. Their eyes collide for a molecule of time but that’s all she can afford since the lights have blinked green and she wants to be fucked in the Jacuzzi at least twice before the afternoon is done ....

So acquiesces the shepherd who with the power vested in him surveys his flock from up on high and, feeling shame and regret, casts casual ruin with one firm and sturdy palm to erase all and everything from view.

Phew, for a minute there I lost myself.